Alright dudes, here’s what went down:
So, we were all in a quarterback huddle. That’s what it’s called, right? Or is it just a huddle? Anyway, we were discussing this heinous quest that Autumn has us on, and then the landlord butts her boobs all up in our beeswax, yet gain. It’s cool, though, because we’ve all got our game plan set already. So I split, and the rest of the group stands around holding hands, and whispering sweet nothings at eachother. Or something.
Next day, we all go about our business. Tony and Dil are going to Summer and Spring, respectfully, for more intel. Joel went to go research various boring crap, and I went to pick up weapons. The kid totally ditched me, of course. Luckfully, the clerk at the hardware store was legit, and eager for some sweet greenbacks, so I got almost everything we needed. No thanks to Cheryl.
Nothing else of importance happens before we all meet back up at the house and divvy up the goods. Sharon apparently used the time she wasn’t spending sweet talking that dude at the sporting goods store out of his sporting goods, instead wandering alone through the hedge. Totally ballsy, I’m down with it; but Joel nearly had a heart attack. It is what it is, bro, at least we got muffins!
So, first we stopped off at the Fair Rest to smoke out the bees (which I thought was going to be totally different than what we ended up doing.) It took some effort, and with a bit of heroism on my part we managed to get them all back through the doorway, into the hedge and out of our lives. Still don’t know how they got there, but whatever.
Next we stopped by the Red for a bit of harvesting and then headed through our usual gateway. There, we see dudeslice. Um… what is his name? Greg? Spacker Dave? Whatever, the hospital construct! And he’s just standing off in the distance, waiting there, like a stone. And I’m all “he’s totally dead, dudes” and they’re all “Naw, dude, he’s alive because we don’t want him to be dead” and I’m all “pssshaw, whatever dudes” and they’re all “whatever, whatever bro!”
So we go to his rigid, dead body, and get ambushed by Triple-Pigs and Wicker-Wolves. It’s cool, we kick their asses. Then this spider-rat thing – where the legs and arms and shit are all rats – shows up to steal our blood tea. So we kick it’s ass. Then we douse the hat in enemy blood, and we’re good to go!
P.S.: Also, Tony said that Johnny Nitro is the greatest changeling of all time, and totally xtreme in a way that he could never be. And also, that if he had one wish, it would be to be, like, a slightly crappier version of me.